The Chemistry Of Love

Break a Tooth

Hoai Thanh instinctively ducked. His gut was hit by a stinging blow from his other hand before he could be delighted. Andy's hand is quite large. It appears that it does not respect anything in every combat and only cares about defeating the opponent and causing him to die.

The buffalo's horn was broken at 18, but Andy is already a buffalo.

The two lads were more or less damaged in numerous places due to their struggle, and Andy, as always, came out on top.

"I'm done with it! Are you insane, or do you want to punch your father? Say something if you have something to say."

She squatted down, her inquisitive look meeting his injured one.

"Take me back to my house."

Hoai Thanh's tongue is no longer as rigid as before, and it is back to normal.

"Oh, get up so I can go fetch the car," says the narrator.

He didn't even try to help him or pick up the tooth that had been knocked out because the two lads were together. Thus, they behaved much more superficially.

"His mother is a psychopath."

While swearing, Hoai Thanh wiped the blood streaks from his mouth; fortunately, he did not break his skin or bones.

Andy dared to use a chair to break the arm of the guy who messed with him. The last time Hoai Thanh saw him fight was in the previous semester of 11th grade when the guy who messed with him had to go to the hospital because his arm was broken.

After that, no one would speak to him. Hoai Thanh suddenly forgot about that moment; he would never punch him again if he remembered. If he shattered his arm or leg again, he would be unfortunate.

The familiar sound of a motorcycle approached him slowly, then came to a halt when it reached him.

"Then get in the automobile."

Hoai Thanh gripped his swollen eye with one hand, and Andy put the other hand on his shoulder as it pushed against the automobile to help him up.

Hoai Thanh can still walk normally, but his limp appearance gives the impression that he is gravely hurt.

If it wants to help, Hoai Thanh should just let it. She also doesn't want to fight too much because blood intends to pour out every time she attempts to open her mouth to speak.

Unlike during the day, when the sun shines brightly, the night sky in Saigon is excellent, with a few tiny veils of mist gathering and floating in the breeze. Hoai Thanh's hair is drenched with night dew, making it heavy, just like his heart.

Indeed, Hoai Thanh did not plan, and the punch to Andy's face came from a state of unconsciousness, perhaps because he was angry, upset, or disappointed.

Hoai Thanh hoped no one would deceive him, that no one would betray the Gypsy brothers. But, regardless of how many times he swore Hoai Thanh couldn't bear that place, it fooled him into going to the disco today.

Hoai Thanh has yet to come up with a compelling defense for Andy. But why are you making excuses for it? He was, without a doubt, the victim in this situation.

"Hey Thanh, why did you just stand still and stare at me with tear-filled eyes?"

It held a cigarette in its lips, and the smoke was pushed back by the wind, landing on Hoai Thanh's face.

"I'm suffering from a headache."

Hoai Thanh isn't used to the smell of cigarettes, so whenever Andy blows a puff, he holds his breath until the smell passes. Fortunately, the smoke grazes his face a bit before mixing with the wind and drifting away.

"Then you have to tell me why you're suddenly wearing that look and experiencing goosebumps."

He flung the Pall Mall logo filter on the street as he took his last few breaths, stated spitefully. How much do those "premium" cigarettes cost to buy, and how can ordinary people afford to consume them?

"At the time, I couldn't speak."

His light reply cut off his words, and he remained mute the rest of the journey back.

The ride home has never been so silent; generally, Andy couldn't resist starting a conversation, but today was different; he stopped talking the moment he said it. Certainly not even a cigarette.

The rest of the neighborhood has dreamed a few times, but Hoai Thanh and this fellow have just dragged two filthy bodies back.

Hoai Thanh is showering, cleaning her hair, and then changing clothes as usual; yet, every time she moves, she feels as if someone is staring at her; this room is occupied solely by Andy.

"You foolish b***h, you'll feel bad after hitting me with a broken tooth."

Andy, the fool, hasn't known what regret is since he was a toddler, and he knows the words regret aren't imprinted into his brain. That was just something he said casually.

"Do you have a broken tooth? Why am I unable to see?"

"How are you able to see my teeth?"

"Then open your mouth."

It sounded like two insects buzzing since the two of them had to keep their voices so low.